You and Toriel were enjoying a day at the beach, but things had taken a turn toward the frisky. In the heat of the moment, you had both lost track of time, and now Toriel was left leaking creamy strings. You and Toriel glanced at each other sheepishly, both realizing that the leaking of creamy strings was a consequence of your overindulgence. Now, you had to face the reality of cleaning up and dealing with the consequences of your actions. Toriel, still panting and breathless, looked at you with a mixture of surprise and guilt in her eyes. The leaking strings between her legs left little doubt as to what had happened, and she let out a soft chuckle. "Well, it seems like we may have gotten a bit carried away...."